Coat of black. Jacket of red. Black and red. Those are her colors. The colors of the House of Xiron.
There she stands, there she stays, looking on upon the rooftop, gazing into the rain, in red and black.
Coat of red. Jacket of black. Water from dark skies falls on her, slides down leather...
A fool. This man took this woman for a fool. What happened to the last man who did that?
Oh. Right. He was lying on his back at the bottom of this building. Not the first. Not the last.
Did I kill Vadrian? A rhetorical question. Stupid. One designed to get into the woman’s mind.
This assassin...
Rain. It fell hard, it fell heavy, more than when she first came, before the night replaced the day.
They gathered there, on a roof in the city, in the open air, on a nameless building, above streets.
No ceremony, no reason to think their captives would be ferried to this location otherwise...
On the roof. No one moves.
Not him or her, no, not those two.
On edge of death, like Canton Higurh.
Other woman, her troop, no movement.
On a roof…
Thinks a maze.
In the rain…
Thinks the Maze!
In the night, by water’s bite, that shadow’s blight.
Slanted, like a sword’s slash, that rain, that...
A question. It lingers in the air. It hangs in the rain like a dangling blade.
A blade in the rain. A blade… A name… A maze… My name! MAZE.
Lady Protector, they called her, but what has she protected? Or who?
Lady Protector, they call me, but I don’t know why. Am I a lie? Truth?
A question...
Rain.
Rain in a maze.
RAIN.
RAIN IS THE MAZE.
…A lady…a lady in the maze…
…A maze…paved with hate…
…Rain…I can make it rain…
…Reign…Xiron. Will. Reign.
Rain.
Dripping.
Blades.
Falling.
Like knives.
Like daggers.
Bleeding lies.
Blood spatters.
Rainy night.
A lady’s might.
Put her to the test...
A lady, a lady in a maze.
This maze is lost on Maze.
She wandered night and day.
The maze…she has lost her way.
Today is different from yesterday.
Tonight she’s forgotten how to play.
In this maze, this is a different game.
Father…
There’s no answer.
So a woman wanders.
Walks along, as lost as...
Breaker Of Chains
In the hand…
Of a woman…
Rests a weapon.
The hilt of a sword.
For a lady so forged.
And a lady can swing.
She can block or parry.
She can slash and stab.
She is proven so deadly.
Or at least…a lady thinks.
You are NOTHING, MAZE!
Go! Go away! GO AWAY!
Her own voice is in...
…A…dragon…
A dragon in
…A…Maze…
Her mind
Is racing.
No time
For pain.
A Maze
Is not a
Dragon
Neither is
A Maze a
Targaryen.
Though they must move quickly,
Mazeryl and those too of her ilk.
For Maze, time moves so slowly.
Legs—burning—but time’s still.
A…dragon...in…a...maze…
You don’t mean...
If a lion can roar…
Maybe a lady will.
A maze in a door.
And Maze can kill.
Across the floor.
Into the corridor.
Tick-tock-clock.
Is beeping louder.
They all hear it.
But can’t do much
To keep it from ticking.
No, all they can do is run.
With the governor
On your shoulder
It makes it harder...
Hands on the ceiling.
Long red black jacket.
Sword of clang—cling.
A corridor of madness.
Maze lets go, finds the floor.
Boots thud, gaze at the door.
“It’s gone now!” Says her Roener.
“We’re going to the door!” Further.
[“Confirmed! That blaster shot nailed it!"]
["As we shut it down on our...
A minute or so.
O so long though.
When a lady is waiting.
To go and slay her enemy.
...Ryssa...Kalayli…
Her enemy will bleed.
The enemy of two ladies.
I will KILL you! Maze thinks!
So stopped that elevator!
But a lift will not stop her!
A woman! A lady is Maze!
THE BREAKER OF CHAINS.
And the...
In an elevator
Mazeryl Xiron
Roener
Wherever this would lead, he would be by his Lady Protector’s side.
So goes for Lieutenant Roener, and the others, for him and for her.
All of them, all of her Shades and Blades, all of them are warriors.
They have swords and they have blasters; are so...
In the wolf's lair
Mazeryl Xiron
Roener
"Yes, Lady Protector!"
Obedience. Roener.
It wasn’t blind loyalty.
A lady is not royalty.
“You can never be queen, daughter.”
“But am I not your princess, father?”
“You are, and Mazeryl of House Xiron.
As with slaves...those days are gone.
No more does...
In the wolf's lair
Mazeryl Xiron
Roener
…A woman…
…Is broken…
…Vadrian…
No mere friend.
A loyal Shade!
A loyal Blade!
Mazeryl Xiron!
That's her name!
LONG MAY SHE REIGN.
OUR LADY—IN A MAZE.
As tears stream like rivers.
Twisting rivulets of moisture.
We know she is not Lannister...